Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world.
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world.
今天不快活，蹙云下的光，犹如小孩受罚后苍白脸颊上的泪痕；呼号的风声，犹如受伤世界的哭泣声。